Stanton Unconditional (17 page)

“Why are you acting so crazy?” Cameron asks.

Joshua glares at him. “Because I’m not fucking going there.”

“You already went there, dumbass.”

“Shut up,” Joshua screams and Ben raises his eyebrows at Cameron, signifying psycho chicken.

“Book the VIP room tonight, Ben,” Joshua snaps. “I need to get laid.”

Ben smiles. “Yes,” he mouths at Cameron while he starts dialling another number.

The three cars pull up and they jump in and drive away.

I stand in the bush with my hand on my hips. Are you kidding me? He’s not going there.
I’m
not frigging going there. VIP room. My blood boils. I should blow up that bloody place. I narrow my eyes and storm back upstairs with renewed vigour. Right, when I get home I’m ringing Jes and I am going to tell him that it’s on baby… and, yes, I fuck on first dates. Mr Stanton is going to miss the boat. Tough luck. And if anyone around here needs to get laid, it’s bloody me!

I walk back upstairs and over to the scattered group.

Bridget is sitting with Wilson. She smiles when she sees me. “What did you do to Joshua?” She raises her eyebrows.

I narrow my eyes. “Nothing … yet.” I glare at her.

Wilson smiles. “He ran out of here like a scared puppy.”

“He should be scared. I’m going, Bridget. Binge drinking at my house at eight.” I pick up my bag and make my way to the door.

She nods and smiles at Wilson. “Jeez, binge drinking at eight, could get messy.”

“So then what did you do?” Abbie asks.

“I kept hiding,” I mutter into my drink.

She rolls her eyes. “You should have jumped out of the bush and punched him straight in the nose.”

I nod as I run my hand over my face. “Yeah, I know,” I reply.

We are sitting in my lounge room. It’s ten o’clock. I am in my pyjamas and we are drinking wine.

“You should have seen him when he came back through the stairwell door. He was totally freaked out.” Bridget smiles.

Abbie points her glass at me. “How was he anyway?”

“Ridiculously hot. On fire.” I sigh.

“Hotter than that guy you kissed last week?”

I pull a disgusted face. “You are kidding, right? No one compares to Joshua Stanton. How in the hell do I get him out of my system?”

We sit in silence as we think.

“Screw it out,” Bridget smiles as she flops back onto the lounge.

“What?” I screw my face up.

“Just have sex. Some poor unsuspecting random guy. Have sex with him. Trust me. Things will be different once you have been with someone else. Broaden your horizons.”

“I do need sex,” I whisper.

“Then JFDI.” Abbie raises her eyebrows at me.

“Huh?” I frown.

“Just fucking do it,” she snaps. “Right. Tomorrow we are having a girly day. Pedicures, facials and then a massage, then we are going to the Ivy and you,” she points her wine glass at me, “are going to score, hopefully with Jesten.” She raises her eyebrows.

“No, not Jesten,” I reply as I shake my head. “We are friends, not Jes. He’s too like Mr Stanton. Someone completely different. Maybe a big beautiful black man.”

“Ohh, yeah,” Bridget laughs. “Now we are talking.”

What a day of pampering. We have just left our beautician where we had facials, pedicures, waxing and bleaching, squeezed in around a beautiful lunch, and now we are going to Abbie’s massage parlour. She comes here once a month.

It is in an industrial area. We pull up out the front of a four-storey dark glass building.

I frown as I look out of the car window and to the bodyguards in the car behind us. “How do they get business out here? Nobody is around.”

Abbie smiles as she closes her car door. “Trust me, the massages are so good, repeat business isn’t a problem.”

Bridget and I smile and hunch our shoulders. “My last massage was three years ago at the physiotherapist.t.”

Abbie smiles and bites her lip.

We walk through the large glass doors. My eyes and those of Bridget are instantly lifted to the opulent surroundings. Wow, this place is beautiful. It’s all cream with huge mirrors and plush carpet. The smell of aromatic massage oil hangs heavy in the air and piped music echoes through the space. This is female opulence at its best. I feel a wave of excitement run through me. Yes, I do need a massage. Good thinking, Abbs.

We wait in the grand reception area and Bridget grabs my hand and giggles. “Wow, check this place out.”

“I know,” I mouth. “Who knew?”

A tall blond muscled-up man, wearing all white, walks into the room. His eyes light up when he sees Abbie.

“Hi Abbs.” He walks around the counter and gives her a kiss on the cheek. She runs her hand up his muscly arm. What the hell? My eyes widen.

“Hi Adam,” she purrs.

“Why did you cancel your last appointment? I was looking forward to it,” he smiles.

Bridget’s eyes and my eyes meet in horror. Holy shit, she’s banging her masseur. Now I have seen it all.

She shrugs. “I had a lot of stuff on. I’m here now, so you can make it up to me.”

He gives her a carnal smile. “Are these your two friends you were telling me about?” His eyes flick over to us.

“Yes,” she smiles at us as she bites her bottom lip.

“I will go and get their masseurs. Back in a minute.” He smiles at us and leaves the room.

Bridget smacks Abbie hard on the arm. “Oh my fuck,” she whispers. “You’re banging your masseur. Who are you?” I start to giggle uncontrollably, what next?

“You can thank me later,” Abbie whispers.

We stand in silence as we wait. Adam returns moments later with two men also dressed in white. Oh shit, they are both gorgeous. Bridget’s eyes meet mine and I swallow uncomfortably. One has brown hair and large brown eyes and the other is tall and well built, maybe Italian or something. Dark eyes, dark hair. Holy shit.

Bridget widens her eyes at me and I nod uncomfortably as I smile. Jeez.

“This is Markus,” Adam holds up his hand to the man with brown hair and gestures to Bridget. “He will be looking after you today.” Bridget smiles nervously at Markus and he gestures to the hallway which he leads her down. I swallow the lump in my throat and my eyes flick back to the Adonis in front of me. “This is Antonio, he will be looking after you today.” He raises his eyebrows in question.

“Natasha,” I whisper.

Adam smiles kindly at me. “Enjoy.” He then grabs Abbie’s hand and they walk off together down the hall. My eyes follow them as they disappear into a room. Bloody hell, what on earth do Abbie and I have in common?

My nervous eyes flick to Antonio who looks at me gently. “Your name is Natasha?” he asks in a heavy accent. Oh boy, he sounds good. His voice is velvety and enticing, definitely Italian. Shit, next shop we go to is going to be an adult warehouse. No bones about it, I’m becoming desperate. I’m checking out the damn masseur now—what‘s wrong with me?

He leads me to the massage room .

It’s large and all white with a huge expensive brightly coloured bunch of flowers sitting on the counter. The room is immaculate, a huge extra-wide white massage table is in the middle of the room and a white leather lounge sits in the corner. This place is swish.

“Natasha, just change in here,” he says kindly as he opens the door to a bathroom off the massage room.

I nod nervously. “What do you want me to wear?” I stammer nervously. Maybe I should have worn a swimming costume.

He smiles as his eyes drop down my body. “Nothing, I need you naked.”

“What?” I stammer as my eyes go wide.

He smiles broadly. “Darling, I can’t massage you properly with clothes on. Trust me, you are in safe hands. You are in control here. Just lie on the table on your stomach and then I will come back in and we will get started.”

I nod and smile nervously. Can’t I have a granny masseur? This guy is too hot for my overheated condition. I quickly undress, and practically run and dive on the table. Bloody Abbie, what has she gotten us into now? He walks back into the room.

“That’s better,” he coos. I am feeling very naked, so I stick my face so far into the face hole in the table to hide my embarrassment he might need pliers to free me.

He warms the oil between his hands, as he is standing down at my feet. He starts to slowly slide his hands up my calf muscles, both hands on one leg at the same time. Oh that feels good.

“Nice,” he whispers.

I smile into the face hole. “Yes,” I answer meekly.

“Natasha, this massage is about deep relaxation. I want you to let go completely.”

I smile into the face hole again. “Hmm,” I answer as I start to unwind.

“The beauty about Tantric massage is the energy that is released into your system,” he whispers.

His hands slide up one leg to my thigh and back down to my feet and around the bottom of my foot.

“Hmm,” I sigh. Hang on, what did he say?

“The energy I will release from your body is a natural high and your stress will be released instantly.”

Oh my god, oh my god. I swallow the lump in my throat. “Did you say Tantric massage?” I whisper as horror dawns and I instantly tense.

“Sshh, just feel. Stop thinking. Close your eyes, sshh,” he coos. “I won’t push you farther than you can go, you are in control, Natasha. Let’s start with massage. Stop thinking.”

He pours oil onto my back and I feel my eyes close against my will. This really is divine. His expert fingers roam up and down my body, massaging spots I didn’t even know were sore. For over an hour he massages my back, my butt and my legs, my arms and fingers. He’s right I do need this, I haven’t felt this relaxed since I don’t know when. He moves my legs a little further apart and starts to massage the inside of my thighs. This feels so nice, unthreatening and natural. This is actually pretty good. I think I can do this. His fingertips on the upstroke gently start to skim the lips of my sex. What? Mmm, that feels … unexpectedly good.

“That’s it darling. I want you to start to breathe deeply for me. When I stroke up I want you to breathe out and then in on the downstroke.”

“Ok,” I whisper nervously. I really want to go through with this. Abbie will never let me live it down.

His hands go up my legs again and I breathe out, they slide down and I breathe in. He does this for what must be twenty minutes. His fingers start to linger on the lips of my sex and his fingers circle firmly before they slide back down my legs. I find on the top of the upstroke I stop breathing altogether. My body is starting to rise to meet his fingertips as my body craves a deeper massage.

“That’s it, sshh. Relax. Let me release your tension.”

This is damn hot.

“Roll over,” he whispers gently.

Oh no, now he has to see my body but for some reason I’m so relaxed I don’t seem to care. I tentatively roll over, where I am greeted by the sight of a large erection through his white pants. Oh fuck! My eyes widen in fear.

He smiles warmly. “Sshh. Relax.”

I nod nervously.

“Close your eyes.” He stands behind me and starts to massage my chest, his hands running over my breasts in a circular motion and then down over my stomach and then back up around the backs of my hips and back around to my breasts.

My eyes close as I feel a deep relaxation sweep over me.

“Sshh,” he coos. The beautiful aroma of the massage oil only heightens my level of relaxation. The music blocks out the outside world. Am I really here, doing this?

“Release,” he whispers. “Sshh.” His heavy velvety accent permeates my senses as his hands go to my legs.

This really is … I can feel myself reaching a new level of, oh shit.

He sits on the bed between my legs and they fall open at his touch. My eyes flick up to him and he smiles warmly at me as he picks up my foot and rests it on his shoulder, he starts to massage my hamstring muscle then down to my butt. His fingers once again circle the outer lips of my sex on the upstroke.

“Does this feel nice?” he coos as his eyes lock on mine.

“Yes,” I whisper as I bite my bottom lip to stop myself from groaning out loud.

He does the other leg, and once again his fingertips explore my sex. Still in a non- threatening way. This is different to the way Joshua touches me. Patient, medicinal even. I am not threatened by this man at all. He’s not being sleazy or pushy and I find I am very quickly falling into an almost trance-like state.

Hi swings his legs over the massage bed so he is seated straddling it and he picks up my other leg and puts my foot onto his chest next to the other one. His fingers and hands massage my hamstring muscles, then move up to my hipbones where he rubs my hipbones. For some reason the way he is touching my hipbones start to raise my arousal to a new level. I don’t know if it’s the fact that I am naked with my legs up on a hot man or if this has something to do with the Tantric technique, but I feel my knees start to try to fall open by themselves. Oh shit.

“Sshh, don’t fight it. Let your body release. This is totally natural. Sshh,” he whispers again.

Holy crap. I start to breathe heavily as his hands rub more deeply over my hipbones. My knees have absolutely no strength and have fallen to the bed. His eyes are on my glistening open sex as he pushes deeper into my hipbones.

“Sshh, let yourself go. Relax, Natasha,” he whispers. “Breathe deeply.”

I shudder as an orgasm runs gently through me. He immediately goes back to massaging my hamstrings.

“Did that feel good?” he whispers.

“Yes,” I nod nervously. Holy shit … what am I doing?

Chapter 14

I
walk into the
Ivy behind Cameron and Adrian at 11.50 pm. Our security trails behind us. I’ve been pissed off all day. We went to the VIP room last night and I had to leave suddenly. I was faced with a situation that has never happened to me before and I’m in shock.

Adrian turns to me. “Come on soft cock.” He smiles.

I glare at him. “Shut up before I punch your ugly face in. I’m not even joking.”

He and Cameron laugh. They think this is hilarious. All day I have been copping it. I couldn’t get it up last night. A beautiful woman is pulsating on my lap naked and … nothing. I had to leave in embarrassment with my tail between my legs.

“Were you hard when Tash kissed you yesterday?” Cameron smiles as we wait at the bar for our drinks.

“What do you reckon?” I snap. I rub my face in frustration. “Now the fucking bitch has made me impotent as well.”

They both laugh out loud.

“How long till we get this job finished? I need to get out of here,” I murmur.

“Oh shit,” Cameron murmurs as he drops his head, “Two o’clock.”

Adrian’s eyes and mine follow where his direction is indicating.

“Oh great,” Adrian whispers. “I didn’t bring a leash.”

The beautiful prostitute that I slept with before I got back with Tash is here. Great, more ammunition for her to fire my way.

We turn and head to our regular lounging hangout upstairs.

“How did you get me here anyway? I told you I wasn’t coming,” I say flatly.

“Um, I think I said, are you coming to the Ivy? And you said are the girls still coming? And I said yes. And you said, what time?” Cameron smirks.

“Hilarious,” I mouth at him as I take a sip of my drink.

Bridget and Abbie come through the crowd. Bridget smiles and sits on the arm of my chair.

“Hi,” she smiles as she runs her hand over the top of my head.

“Hi,” I smile. Abbie and Cameron immediately start to talk.

“Where is Tash?” Adrian asks.

“Oh my god, she’s so drunk. We left her downstairs with her bodyguard. I give it half an hour and she will have to go home.”

My eyes flick to Adrian and he stands. “I will go and get her.” He disappears through the club.

“Who is the guard she has with her?” I ask.

“Mine,” Abbie laughs. Hmm, she’s really drunk too.

“Where have you been? Why are you so drunk?” I ask.

“We went out for dinner to celebrate,” Bridget smiles into her drink as she tips her head back to scull.

“Celebrate what?” Cameron asks as he flops into the chair beside me.

Bridget and Abbie burst into laughter as their eyes meet. “Just stuff,” Bridget murmurs.

Hmm. Then I see her. A bright yellow short backless dress and gold strappy high heels. Her hair is out and messy. I snap my eyes away from her. Stop it. Why is she so damn perfect?

“Jooosshhhua,” she coos drunkenly. My eyes flick to her. She is really drunk. I’ve never seen her like this. She giggles and walks over to me. “I’ve been waiting for you my beautiful Lamborghini.” She runs her hand over my head affectionately.

My eyes flick to Cameron and Adrian who have been rendered speechless. I sit still as I hold my breath.

She walks around in front of me, hitches her dress up and straddles me in my seat. I sit back in shock.

She puts her arms around my neck and leans in and kisses me. My eyes flick to Cameron and he smirks. Good grief.

“I need you to take me home and fill me up big boy,” she purrs. Cameron chokes on his drink as he laughs.

“Christ, Natasha, what are you doing?” I stammer.

“I’m about to have sex,” she smiles as she takes my drink from me and sculls it, “with you.” She points the glass at me.

Bridget and Abbie start to laugh as they high-five each other.

She leans over and starts to suck on my neck and runs her tongue along my jaw and into my mouth and then gifts me with a deep kiss.

“Stop,” I stammer as I pull back from her. “What are you doing?”

“Taking back what’s mine,” she slurs.

She starts to untuck my shirt from my pants and she runs her hand over my lower stomach.

“Jesus, Natasha. Stop it.”

She goes back to my neck and starts to suck on it again.

Cameron laughs out loud. “How’s that big dick of yours now bro, still soft?”

“Shut up,” I snap. I will never admit it but I’m rock hard.

“Natasha. Stop it.” I pull back and take my drink from her.

“Do you want to taste me? Do it here, right now on this lounge.” I choke on my drink in shock.

“Excuse me.” We look around to see a bouncer standing over us. “She needs to stop that behaviour or she needs to leave,” he says flatly.

I nod. “Tash, get off me.”

She stands and glares at the bouncer. “Party pooper.” She sticks out her tongue at him and we all laugh at her ridiculousness.

She grabs my hand. “Come and dance and then take me home, baby.” She kisses the back of my hand.

Why does she have to be such a beautiful deceiver? I’d give anything to go with her. How am I supposed to resist this?

I shake my head. “No.”

She stands back and glares at me. “No,” she repeats as she puts her hand on her hip.

“That’s what I said,” I repeat.

“Fine, I will find someone who will then, you can come and watch if you like. It’s going to be a great show tonight.”

I hear Cameron and Adrian snicker at each other.

“Is that a threat?” I snap.

She smiles sweetly. “No, that’s a promise.” She raises her eyebrows, blows me a kiss and then walks off sexily through the crowd. Her guard turns and follows her.

“Joshua, you had better go with her. She’s not joking,” Bridget snaps.

I screw my face up at her.

“I’m just saying, she hasn’t had sex since you and she is seriously good to go.” She widens her eyes at me to accentuate her point.

Cameron puts his hands over his eyes. “Oh my fucking god, she still hasn’t had sex. It’s been six months. Are you stupid? Get your ass down there.”

“No.” I sit back in my seat in defiance.

Two hours later I am in a near silent panic. I haven’t seen Tash since she told me she was going to sleep with someone else. The girls haven’t been back either. What in the hell is going on downstairs? It’s unusual, usually they come back every half hour or so for drinks between dancing. Not tonight.

Adrian is talking to some ugly guy at the bar and two girls are sitting so close to Cam they are almost on his lap. Ben is against the wall with the other security guards. He’s too neurotic to drink at the moment. He blames himself for the attack three weeks ago at my office when he had the week off. I sit next to them, detached from their conversation. The side of my pointer slides back and forth across my lips as I think.

She still hasn’t slept with anyone … why?

It can’t have anything to do with me. She didn’t love me when we were together, so she definitely doesn’t love me now. Why hasn’t she slept with anyone? She’s obviously gagging for it. I’ve never been with a women who is so sexually raw and untamed. My mind goes back to her body yesterday in the stairwell and a wave of arousal sweeps over me, and I harden. I scrub my hand over my face in frustration and lean back in my seat. Oh the irony. I have a hot naked stripper rubbing herself all over me last night and nothing and yet just the thought of Natasha and her beautiful tight body sends my hormones into overdrive. Why am I so physically attracted to the ultimate deceiver? I need to break free from this stupid obsession. Cam’s right—why can’t I be attracted to one of the beautiful women from home? Am I ever going to feel something? I make myself sick. I need to go home. Now.

Cameron returns with drinks. I hadn’t even realized he had left. “Here.” He places them in front of me.

“Thanks,” I murmur, distracted.

“Hello Joshua.” A voice from behind me sneers.

It’s that blonde prostitute. I don’t even know her name. I make eye contact with Ben and slightly nod, he nods in reply and walks slowly over to us.

“Let’s get out of here.” She signals to the stairs.

I roll my eyes. “Let’s not,” I reply flatly. “Go away, I’m not interested.”

She puts her hand on her hip. “That’s very rude.”

I raise an eyebrow at her in contempt. “No, if you want rude I will rephrase it, get out of my fucking sight.”

Cameron smiles and sits back as he watches our interaction. He’s loving this.

“I didn’t hear you complain when we were together,” she purrs.

I roll my eyes. “Go away. I’m done.” I signal to Ben who walks over and stands behind her.

“Move,” Ben snaps.

“Don’t you dare put your ghouls onto me. Who do you think you are?”

“Over this boring conversation. That’s who.” I scratch my head in frustration. I don’t want Natasha to see her talking to me.

Ben grabs the back of her elbow and she rips it away from him.

“Don’t touch me,” she yells. People around us start to notice the disturbance and I drop my head in embarrassment.

“You will be sorry, Joshua.”

I laugh. “Actually trust me. No, I won’t.” I raise my eyebrows.

She smiles. “I wonder if your little princess would like the movies sent to her private or personal email.”

My eyes slowly rise to meet hers.

“Natasha Marx, Psychologist. Just changed jobs right. Email natashamarx@sydney hospital.com.au.” She folds her arms in front of her and smiles at me.

Ben grabs her again and I hold up my hand to him to signify for him to stop. Cameron sits up in his seat immediately.

“Got your attention now, haven’t I?” she sneers. “That’s right. I filmed our nights together and I am only too happy to pass on the happy memories to the boring little wife and kiddies.”

“What do you want?” Cameron snaps angrily.

“I will let you know.” She storms off.

“Son of a bitch, you attract crazies,” Cameron stammers she holds his forehead with one hand.

Adrian walks over. “What did she want?”

“Nob jockey here was filmed by the prostitute and now she wants money or she is going to send the movies to Natasha.”

Adrian’s eyes snap to me. “Tell me you are not that stupid.”

I drop my head. “This just gets better by the day.”

My phone beeps a text. It’s Natasha.

Hello xx

I sit back in my seat and smile. This brings back memories. I reply.

Hello

My phone beeps again.

Are you coming down here to kiss me?

I smile, I wish. I reply.

No

For fifteen minutes I watch my phone while I wait for her reply, but it doesn’t come. What is she doing?

“What if that chick goes and sees Natasha and tells her about the movies?” Cameron remarks over his drink.

I frown and stand in a rush. “Let’s go downstairs,” I stammer.

Adrian smiles broadly as he stands. He nods and signals to Ben.

We start to make our way over to the staircase. “What’s doing with Tash?” Cam smirks over his shoulder as he takes the first step down.

I shrug as I follow. “Nothing, why do you say that?”

He turns back to look at me. “Well, if you were finished with her you wouldn’t care what that chick has to show her.” He smirks at me.

My eyes meet his.

“Would you?” He breaks into a broad smile as he raises his eyebrows.

I roll my eyes.

“He’s right.” Adrian laughs. “Inspector Morse doesn’t miss a trick.”

I shake my head and we get to the bottom of the stairs where I am greeted by the sight of Abbie kissing a guy to the side of the bar.

Cameron smirks again as he turns back to me. “Figures,” he mouths at me and I raise a brow.

My eyes instinctively search the space. I don’t see her anywhere. Bridget comes through the crowd.

“Hi.” She kisses me on the cheek and I put my arm around her affectionately. She hasn’t taken sides; I really do love Didge. Abbie on the other hand is a bad influence. I haven’t forgotten the ‘Natasha needs to have a threesome’ remark from that tape that night. I can just imagine her constantly setting Tash up with guys, pushing her into it. It’s been haunting me for six fucking months. My eyes search for her again. I am still reeling from the info that Natasha hasn’t slept with anyone else.

She’s still mine.

“She’s dancing,” Bridget smiles.

I frown at her. “Huh?”

“You’re looking for Tash?” she questions.

“No,” I answer. Actually if the girls are here, who is she dancing with?

Then I see her, she’s laughing and talking up close to some guy in his ear. He has his arm around her and I find myself clenching my jaw in anger. I look away in a rush. I need a drink so I head straight to the bar as jealousy starts to pump through my veins. What am I doing? She shouldn’t affect me this way. I order three shots and drink them in succession. I need to loosen the hell up. I get the rest of the drinks for everybody and head back to the group and there she is … with Cyril? I put my head down so I don’t make a scene and strangle him on the spot. What’s his name again? I troll my brain. Fuck he’s so … geeky.

Cameron leans over to talk in my ear. “Who’s the bozo?”

I shrug in annoyance.

Natasha walks over and grabs my arm affectionately. “Joshua, baby, you remember Simon?” She slurs into my ear.

I nod and put my hand out to shake his. I really want to break this fucker’s fingers right now. Work friend, work friend, work friend, I remind myself. Cameron smirks as he goes up on his toes in cheek and puts his hand out to shake hands.

“Simon.”

“Cameron.” Cameron smiles. He and Adrian smile broadly at each other. Why do they love it when I sweat like this?

“Adrian.” Adrian holds out his hand to shake the loser’s hand.

“Simon.” He smiles.

Natasha walks over to me and slips her hand under my suit jacket and around my waist. She kisses my shoulder.

“Let’s dance, baby.” She grabs my hand and tries to pull me onto the dance floor.

I shake my head. “I don’t want to dance.”

She pulls a whiny face and I smile. She really is a very cute drunk.

She turns to geek boy. “Simon, will you dance with me honey?” she slurs. She wouldn’t.